Emma Walker Autopsy Novels & Stories

she said, her tone sharp with determination. She’d piqued Dexter’s curiosity, a spark of unease flickering within him. To be in Maverick’s inner circle, a person had to offer something valuable. Autumn, for instance, was the granddaughter of the reputable Helena Dawson. Helena, who had rescued her family from bankruptcy after her husband’s death, was revered; her legacy was alive in her only legitimate grandchild, Autumn, who bore a striking resemblance to her.

Several days passed and everything gradually returned to normal, Emma's hand was almost healed and all that was left was a rubber plaster over the cut. Lucas stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, eyes trained on nothing in particular, he’d spent most of his time in his office looking out through those windows, he just seemed to think better when he was staring out at nothingness, He hadn’t heard from Austin since that night. He hadn’t called, texted or given any explanations, he’d disappeared again that night soon after Emma had returned to her room.

I'm trapped in a waking nightmare. Spending all day awaiting punishment isn't fun, especially when you don't know what Zachary wants to do. I tried calling and texting him, but none of my messages went through. The last time I had been this anxious was when I supposedly killed him, and now he's the one haunting me. Emma arrives home late today and when she does, she is covered in bruises and bandages on her body. Alarmed, I rush to her, asking her what happened. "I got into an accident," she tells me, sounding dazed.

I marched up to Eva and slapped her hard across the face, using so much force that one of her lips split. "Have you lost your mind, Henry? How dare you hit a woman!" Eva clutched her face. "Where's the evidence to prove that I did it, huh?" I snorted. "The fact that you were so anxious to stop the autopsy from happening is all the proof I need." "Where's the medical examiner? Tell him to hurry up and get here!" Commander Hudson fumed. Moments later, a few military doctors in white coats appeared. They swiftly began inspecting Grandma's body.

Stephen leaped on him, taking him down with him. "Steph". Ace called him but it was late. Callum saw his eyes flashing yellow. A bright yellow. Pupils dilated. Stephen had Adam's neck exposed as his fangs elongated and the last thing Callum saw was those fangs sinking in the crook of Adam's neck and then he lost his consciousness. It was too much for him. "Tsk tsk tsk. You let your wolf overpower you". Zol said unamused. Though they didn’t put any charge on Stephen for killing Adam, because they knew Adam had few things on his hands to be taken care of. But they were kind of disappointed.

She got tired and sat on the ground, panting heavily to rest. "Starting from today, I will never come back to see you again. Wait a few days, I will come back directly to collect your corpses." Lying on the ground, Emma silently picked up a fruit knife and, taking advantage of her aunt's unawareness, stabbed her in the chest. Emma's aunt's pupils dilated, her eyes filled with disbelief. Emma suddenly grinned and said, "I have been waiting for this day for a long time." The siren suddenly sounded. When the police pushed the door open, Emma was lying on the ground, covered in blood. Her clothes were in disarray, and the signs of being assaulted were so evident.

she murmured cruelly, and her eyes momentarily wandered to Mara and Dex, who seemed embarrassed under her disdainful stare. “Sit,” Ema murmured, indicating the huge throne beside her. “And spill." Lucas then spent the next hour recounting all the aspects of the case that he and the other officers had gathered: her physical build, how the woman called Amelia was behaving, the interior design, and the location of the bookstore where she performed the act, as well as the surrounding vicinity. Ema merely nodded and listened, from time to time interrupting with the inquiries or more detailed facts. After Lucas’s report was done, the whole room went silent as if dense air had filled the whole room

Blood splattered onto her dress, her hands, the walls, painting the room with silence. Emma tried to cry out, whispering for help, whispering for the twins. But nobody came. Victoria didn’t wait to see if she would live. She just fled the scene, heart pounding, and fixed her hair before anyone saw her. Half an hour later, the twins came back from karaoke, laughing and calling Emma’s name. They said she had gone to retrieve her purse. But what they found was Emma lying lifeless in Hunter’s room, skull fractured, blood soaking into the plush carpet. The ambulance had come, but it was too late. The doctors said she suffered severe brain trauma.

I whisper, shocked by his appearance. He does not seem to recognise me. He paces the room, muttering to himself, occasionally crying out a name: "Emma! Oh Emma!? Why!? Why did you take her away from me! You killed her!” I turn to Agatha. "What happened to him?" Agatha's smile is pure evil. "Poor Lucas. He went mad when Emma died." "What killed Emma?" I ask with pure anger in my voice , though I already know the answer. Agatha does not respond, just smiles that knowing smile that tells me the truth. Agatha killed Emma- it was all over the news. It was also to punish Lucas for helping me, and punish Emma for going against Agatha

he came to a halt as he saw Emma standing before his father, his history professor and some other guy by her right hand side, his mother, Esther and Anthony by her left hand side. Slowly, he approached them, noticing as he walked closer, that Emma's red hair wasn't as red as before, it wasn't that long either. Had she trimmed it? He thought. Her back was facing him, so he hadn't seen her face yet. "Derek…right about time." Alpha Arnold called wistfully, not understanding but seemingly enjoying the scene right before him tonight. He didn't know how his younger brother got in touch with vampires, but this scene alone would rip him of his honor and respect among the other alpha wolves at least.